For a while now, I haven't been going to Goodison for the football, but for the people. Specifically for my Dad. The ground move brings into stark reality that all things must end. When I was younger, the end of anything seemed so far away, Primary school days past without a blink, high school days also, with being afforded the opportunity to be done with it all at 16. But, as I grow older, so does the recognition that so do all those around me and the things that we love together. They all have an end date. 8 years ago, I never considered Goodison to be one of those things. It would forever be the anchor in my relationships with my father and with my children. A constant in both that allowed me to forge my relationships with my children as my Dad has done with me.
I am incredibly lucky, in that my parents are still with me, and as so beautifully pointed out in the article, those who were there will remain in person or memory, transported by us all from one home to the other and give us the opportunity for new moments, new friendships, new routines.
I guess it's all really silly, but I have been viewing the leaving of Goodison as the end of something, being forced to accept that things do end and what that means for us all, when in reality all things must end and it's about how we approach the next challenge rather than how we leave the last.